Post Post
Sometimes I don’t realize what I’m writing about until I walk away, think about something else. This morning, I thought I was writing about a guy who came to our house who wore his mom’s rhinestone glasses to keep her close. After a sent the post, I realized I was really writing about the things we save.
We save them because we love someone.
Happy New Year, everybody. Love, Bar
Likewise. Doing so calls for paying attention. The trigger is usually unexpected. We just need to keep focused on life on the outside.